One Thing
There is only one thing
I ask of you, my love...
Stay.
Please, stay.
Poems on the topic: love
Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.
Liars
We say we would do anything,
yet when they ask we say no,
And we don't even say it directly because we wouldn't bare the shame of this repeated lie,
wouldn't admit that we'd just run and hide like cowards,
choose us over them,
and afterwards not even punish ourselfs with blame.
We say we would hold on to them until we'd witness our last dawn,
yet when a charming opportunity crosses our way,
we'd take it straight away,
oh we wouldn't even turn and think.
wouldn't stay long enough to try to explain,
or to say sorry because apologizing didn't even came into our brains.
We say we love them,
yet when a small argue irritates us,
we'd think about lonelyness in a over-romanticized way,
Dust
one day
they'll stop loving.
one day
they'll stop talking.
one day
they'll stop looking
one day
they'll learn
that forever isn't always
they'll become strangers
by the age of 27
they'll move one
but never forget
their love that remains.
Mind
you're not here
right now
you're asleep
and I'm awake
and I miss you
and I wish
you weren't so far
but you are
I think about you
too much
and it's only
because
I've thought
about you
all along
I need you
Greedy
All of you, is all I want.
All of your thoughts,
I want to know.
Your hands,
I want to feel all over me
as if I was the only person you could ever feel.
Your eyes,
I want to search me
from dawn to dusk as if
I am the only person you can see.
Your soul,
so I can fall in love
with you more and more each day.
may 11, 8:22 p.m.
it hasn't even been a solid month.
i'm falling in love with you.
please don't let me burn.
Heartache
I will ruin you.
Not with small words.
Not with the loving looks.
I will ruin you
With my long words
And my broken looks.
You will begin to question
How did it ever start to become this?
I will ruin you
Not with little things
Not with great memories
I will ruin you
With the greatest things
With my worst memories.
You will begin to question
Can my own heart take it anymore?
Hands
Mine are a little cold.
They tremble sometimes too.
I dont know if that's okay with you.
Or not.
I am aching to hold your hand.
I would love to have that feeling.
Liar
You came into my life.
Told me sweet things.
Claimed me as yours.
I guess you got bored.
I miss you,
Do you miss me?
I highly doubt it.
Rebound
I fell in love with someone. They seemed to love me, too.
But somehow, in the midst of my blind heart, I saw they were nothing but trash.
Garbage.
Disgusting.
And then...
I let them know. And I saw...you.
As if you would ever like me that way. You're still not over that girl who moved far off, to a different continent.
Unless you get over her like I've gotten over my heartache, I would be your rebound.
You wouldn't care for me as I would care for you. I would be a distraction.
I don't want to be a distraction. I want to be your everything.
I can't do that if you love someone else.
Awake
I stay awake at night
Waiting to fall asleep
Because all I can think of
Is him.
He's in my head
He's on my mind
He won't go away.
I won't try to pretend
That he likes me like I love him.
That's never been
The way it was.
His eyes are staring at someone else
His body is facing in her direction
Even his hair is waving at her.
She is not me.
She is someone so much better
him.
With him
Nothing
Felt like a
Sin
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